THESE CROOKED TEETH

❛ IF THEY CANNOT SURVIVE, LET THEM DIE ❜Children born into the shadows of war are never quite right. It is a truth that Vasily Aleksandrov has always known. He has never known peace, though he longed for it. The Old Gods did not give privy to those whom paid their debts. Only the Saints heeded the fervent prayers for an end to the bloodshed. Vasily knows this, for he has seen it himself. There was no mercy to be found in this world. Greed destroyed Al-Mirtha and saw to its destruction. With the hounds of war sounding at every corner of the world, Death would come for them all. The Korisovo King sits on his throne as the dead remain restless and builds a kingdom of corpses from the shallow graves and dunes. Inspired by a longing for justice, there is no end Vasily will go through to see to the death of a king. He would see the world reborn, or he would see it burned to the ground.❝ I DO NOT FEEL DIVINITY IN MY BONES, ONLY HUNGER, EMPTINESS. GREEDY AND INSATIABLE ❞©20190516, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀